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"Teacher Meng?"

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

Li Zhiwei raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, and was a little surprised when he heard Sang Zhi's words.

"you recognize?"

she asked in a low voice.

Sang Zhi came closer and lowered his voice, "A piano teacher just came to our art center two days ago. She is a professional and talented girl."

"Are you... Sang Zhi, Teacher Sang?" Meng Yucen tilted her head and thought carefully about the person in front of her.

Sangzhi smiled and nodded.

"it's me."

"Are you here to buy an evening dress?" Meng Yucen looked at the two of them and frowned slightly.

"Yes, I came with my friend. Teacher Meng, this is my friend, Li Zhiwei."

Sangzhi said.

"Wei Wei, this is Teacher Meng Yu Cen Meng."

Li Zhiwei smiled at her: "Hello."

Meng Yucen nodded thoughtfully and curled his lips into a smile.

"I just saw you guys talking about my dress. Do you like this dress?"

Meng Yucen pointed to the red dress she ordered.

"I just saw that skirt and thought it suited my friend very well, so I wanted to let her try it on. I didn't expect that you had already ordered it, Teacher Nengmeng."

Sangzhi said.

Meng Yucen raised her lips and chuckled, her tone soft, "If you like it, I can give it to you. Anyway, I think this lady seems to be more suitable for this skirt than me. This lady is suitable for red dresses."

"It's okay. No, thank you, Teacher Meng."

Sangzhi waved his hand and laughed.

"Yes, we can just go shopping some more. Thank you, Miss Meng."

Li Zhi curled his lips slightly.

Meng Yucen shook her head and explained: "It is actually quite important to find a suitable dress. I think Miss Li may be more suitable for this dress than me."

"Miss Li, give it a try."

Meng Yucen signaled the store manager to give the skirt to Li Zhiwei.

Li Zhiwei hesitated, Sang Zhi nodded towards her.

Li Zhiwei nodded and thanked him.

"Well, thank you, Miss Meng."

Li Zhiwei picked up the skirt and walked to the fitting room.

"Teacher Meng, are you here alone?"

Sangzhi asked in a low voice.

Meng Yucen lowered her head with a smile on her face and blushed slightly. She reached out and stroked the broken hair around her ears, "No. I came with a friend. He answered the phone because he had something to do."

Seeing her flushed face, Sang Zhi moved her eyebrows slightly and curled her lips into a smile.

Looking at Meng Yucen, it didn't look like he was here with friends.

Maybe it's more than friends, but not lovers.

"Teacher Sang, do you only go to the art center to teach on weekends?"

Meng Yucen was a little surprised.

She had just gone to the art center to teach, and she had only met Sang Zhi once. At that time, Sang Zhi went to the art center temporarily for something to do.

"Yeah. I'm just a part-timer and have other jobs, so I can only go on weekends. I can't compare to you, Teacher Meng, you are a professional piano teacher."

Sangzhi praised.

Meng Yucen curled his lips and laughed.

"Teacher Sang was joking."

She looked down at the time and was about to take out her phone to send a message. When she looked up, she saw a handsome man in a suit and tie at the door.

Meng Yucen's eyes lit up, the corners of his lips raised slightly, he stood up suddenly, and said in a gentle voice, "Third brother."

Sang Zhi subconsciously followed Meng Yucen's gaze and forgot about it until she bumped into the man's deep and dark eyes. Her body suddenly tensed up and the smile on her lips froze.

Sang Zhi stared at Zhuo Yijing blankly with eyes full of shock.

She never expected that "that friend" Meng Yucen was talking about was actually Zhuo Yijing.

Thinking of Meng Yucen's blushing cheeks and ambiguous eyes when she mentioned "that friend" just now, Sang Zhi frowned subconsciously.

And she seemed to call him "Third Brother" just like "Xing Jingnan", which should be... a very close relationship.

Sang Zhi tugged at her lips and clenched her fingers unconsciously.

Zhuo Yijing frowned slightly when he saw Sang Zhi, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting. He looked cold and distant, looking at her like a stranger.

"Third brother."

Meng Yucen walked slowly to the man's side, her eyebrows gentle.

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin responded coldly.

"Third brother, let me introduce to you. This is the teacher at our art center, Sang Zhi, Teacher Sang. I don't know if you recognize him, but Ziyue learned his violin and sketching from Teacher Sang."

Meng Yucen introduced Sang Zhi.

"Teacher Sang, this is... my friend." Meng Yucen's face turned slightly red because he and Zhuo Yijing were almost touching each other when they were standing next to each other.

"I……"

Sang Zhi coughed slightly and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhuo Yijing.

"Hmm. I don't know him. I heard Zhuo Ziyue mentioned it."

Zhuo Yijin looked indifferent.

Sangzhi: "..."

Sang Zhi pulled her lips stiffly and smiled.

Meng Yucen was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhuo Yijing's cold tone, and felt inexplicably sad.

After all, Sang Zhi was her colleague and Zhuo Ziyue's teacher, and Zhuo Yijing had such a cold attitude... not giving her any face.

Meng Yucen lowered his head, feeling a little disappointed.

"It turns out that Mr. Zhuo is Ziyue's father. Ziyue and Mr. Zhuo are indeed very similar. They are almost carved from the same mold."

Sang Zhi had a polite fake smile on his face.

"Didn't you get the dress? Isn't it ready yet?" Zhuo Yijing's voice was calm, and he calmly distanced himself from Meng Yucen.

"Third Brother, I gave my dress to Teacher Sang's friend. I think it suits her very well. She happened to like it too, so I gave it to her. Third Brother, I might have to trouble you to accompany me for shopping later. I’ll buy a skirt later.”

Meng Yucen sighed softly, feeling helpless.

Zhuo Yijin's brows frowned slightly, he squinted his eyes with deep eyes, and his eyes flashed across Sang Zhi's face.

"Ah."

Sang Zhi felt inexplicably uncomfortable. She slowly opened her eyes, pulled her lips stiffly, and pinched her palms.

Meng Yucen thought he would refuse, but she didn't expect him to agree. She couldn't help but feel a little excited, and the corners of her lips raised in an arc.

"Thank you, third brother. However, we may have to postpone the movie viewing time to a later one."

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijing still cherishes words like gold.

"You can figure it out."

Zhuo Yijin spoke calmly.

Meng Yucen nodded and responded: "Then let me tell Grandma Zhuo that we will go to Zhuo's house later."

Zhuo Yijing: "Yeah."

Sang Zhi feels that she should not stay here.

But she should have guessed it.

The Meng Yucen in front of him must have been the one whom Zhuo Yijing's grandma arranged for him.

Meng Yucen... must also be the daughter of a famous lady.

The two of them stood together, indeed... very right.

"Teacher Meng, you and Mr. Zhuo look like a perfect match."

Sangzhi blurted out.

I regretted it as soon as I finished.

Her brain couldn't keep up with the speed of her mouth, so she said whatever came to her mind.

Sang Zhi saw Zhuo Yijing looking at her with even colder eyes, and felt a chill down her back for a moment.

Meng Yucen blushed even more after hearing Sang Zhi's words.She lowered her head and coughed lightly, "Teacher Sang, he...he is just my friend."

Meng Yucen said this again and again, carefully observing Zhuo Yijing's expression with his peripheral vision.

Zhuo Yijing remained expressionless, with a cold and distant look.

He looked at Sang Zhi, pursed his thin lips tightly, and there was a bit of mockery in his eyes.

Sang Zhi's eyes were a little dodgey, but she looked at him not to be outdone.

Zhuo Yijing was there last night and told her that he was helping her "for himself" and sent her home in the middle of the night. As a result... he was having an affair with another woman on a blind date while flirting with his brother's ex-girlfriend.

It's really... scumbag.

She really regretted saying that he was a gentleman.

Sang Zhi curled her lips calmly.

"Third brother, in that case, let's go first. Teacher Sang, let's go shopping first..."

Meng Yucen raised his lips and smiled.

Sang Zhi nodded and smiled: "Well, Teacher Meng, teasing dad, goodbye."

Zhuo Yijing pursed his lips, his face a little gloomy, he glanced at the mulberry branches, his eyes became colder.

The door of the fitting room was pushed open, and Li Zhiwei walked out slowly, "Zhizhi, I'm fine."

Li Zhiwei looked up and saw a familiar face. She was stunned for a moment and spoke in a daze.

"President Zhuo?"

Zhuo Yijing looked towards her, his expression as usual.

"You...why are you here...ah, oh..."

When Li Zhiwei saw Meng Yucen next to Zhuo Yijing, her mouth opened slightly, and her jaw almost dropped out of shock.

Could this Meng Yucen in front of me be the CEO's wife?The president’s son’s mother?

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked at Li Zhiwei, his eyes darting back and forth between Li Zhiwei and Zhuo Yijing.

what's the situation?

Isn't Li Zhiwei's boss... Zhuo Yijing?

Sang Zhi frowned, looking in disbelief.